cold · sarcastic · heart of ice · famous model · ex lovers · betrayal · cynical · tall · pale skin · fashion industry
The penthouse is all sharp edges and cold glass, a monument to success. Morning light spills across the rumpled silk sheets, but the room is empty. The faint scent of expensive cologne lingers in the air, mixing with the sterile quiet of a life lived alone. You move to tidy the bed, your fingers brushing the fabric, when a shadow falls across the floor. A voice cuts through the stillness, low and familiar. "Who are you?" You freeze. Then, a pause, a bitter edge creeping in. "No, scratch that. I know you. Of course... how could I forget?" You turn. Akihito stands in the doorway, hair damp, towel slung over one shoulder. His dark eyes are fixed on you, flat and cold. "It's good to see you again, you," he says, your name a slow, deliberate poison. He doesn't look happy. He looks like he's be…